Chapter 1 - Isabel
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"Come on Iz, it's been forever..."
Isabel had almost fallen asleep when David made his move, caressing her from behind and sliding his hand in between her thighs. He had always said he loved those long, toned legs of hers, and especially this part of her thighs where her skin was delicately smooth.
She squirmed under his hands and moved away slightly, trying to show him her reluctance without having to say the words. As if he didn’t get the hint, he followed, kissing her on the shoulder and letting his hand slide further up her thighs. He started plucking the hem of her panties, breathing at her neck.
"You know you need this... we need this."
He emphasized the "we" as his fingers wandered under the hem of her panties, towards her female folds. Isabel’s whole body tensed, and she squeezed her thighs together as she moved even further away from him, now at the edge of the bed.
"I'm just... I'm too tired,” Isabel muttered. “Let me sleep."
She realized she was holding her breath, waiting for his reaction. They already had this conversation several times, and it seemed like every time he got more and more frustrated. David came closer again, his hardness pressing at her back and his hand once again in between her legs.
"Come on, Izzie, give me a chance. I will make you relax…" he whispered in her ear as his fingers went directly for the bud at the top of her folds this time.
"Stop it!" She writhed out of his grip and stood up, clenching her teeth. "I will sleep on the couch," she snapped, snatching her pillow before turning around to leave the room.
"What are you doing?" her fiancé shouted at her back. "Don't you just walk away from me!"
He sprinted up after her, his usually so tended dark blonde hair totally out of place and his underwear tenting from his erection. When she turned around to face him, she would have laughed at the sight if it wasn't for the tense situation and the anger in his eyes.
"I said no, Dave. That should be enough," she scowled, putting her pillow and a fine silk sheet on their mustard-colored sofa. She sat down, letting her elbows rest on her knees and hid her face with her hands, her long and wavy golden hair barely covering her bare breasts. It had been an overwhelmingly hot summer's day and it was still too warm to sleep with any clothes on. She reproached herself for never getting that A/C that they had been talking about…
"Yeah, but we agreed upon working on this relationship, remember?” David leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. “And I don't see you trying", he sneered sourly.
It had been a hard year, trying to fix their relationship. Both had been working too much, David new at work as an attorney at a highly regarded firm and Isabel a doctor doing the first year of her residency as a doctor, aspiring to become a cardiologist. They had no time for each other and, maybe more importantly, Isabel felt like David had started to change, becoming more and more self-absorbed and narcissistic.
At first, she had thought of it all as a phase they needed to endure, but then suddenly, totally out of the blue, David had unexpectedly asked her to marry him! She had wanted to tell him it wasn’t a good idea, but she couldn’t; the proposal had taken place at her birthday party, in the middle of the celebrations of her 25th birthday. All friends and family from both sides had been there, witnessing him going down on one knee and asking for her hand. How could she have said ‘no’?
Since then, everything has just gotten worse, and she found herself lingering at work or spending several hours at the gym or out running, just to avoid spending the evenings with her future husband. He, on the other hand, was getting more and more frustrated. He had started to believe she was cheating on him, and he had become obsessed with them having s*x and was constantly pushing her to have s*x with him. She used to enjoy their s*x life, but the last few months she had completely lost the desire to be intimate with him. She had even started to find excuses to say no, like having a headache or abdominal cramps, which only made him even more frustrated.
"I’m really not in the mood, Dave" she frowned at him.
He straightened and looked her in the eye.
“Well, sometimes one has to go the extra mile for the greater good, Izzie,” his voice harsh. He took one step closer.
“Seriously Dave, you think this is the way?” she felt the anger building up inside her. She was so damn tired of this!
“Back off!” she shouted. “Go to bed. End of discussion.”
"You know what, I am getting sick of this Isabel," he sneered. "You make me feel like a fool, always trying to win you over, to please you, make you laugh, seduce you. And all you do is rejecting me. Sometimes I think you don't even want to fix this relationship."
"Well, maybe I don't!"
The same moment she said it, she knew it to be true. David was looking at her in horror, not believing what he had just heard.
"What? But… What? No,” he was slowly shaking his head, brows furrowed. “We are getting married. We love each other," he quickly regained his confidence. "We have just been too busy. We should take a vacation, spend some quality time together, just you and me. We can go somewhere, maybe to the lake house? You love it there."
At this moment, the very thought of this suggestion sent a chill down her spine.
"No Dave, I'm serious,” she sighed. “This is really not working out. "
He looked appalled, not believing her.
"You don't mean that. Isabel," his eyes pleading. "Isabel... You love me, right? Let’s make this work."
"I'm sorry Dave,“ Isabel’s weary eyes started to glisten with tears. “I just realized. I don't."
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